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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 10:55 am
"What have we in the stores? And speaking of which... when did we last make port to restock them?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 10:57 am
*Kero looks sheepish*
Not for a while...I've been drawing on my own Voidic stores to keep us going...and I'll continue to do so until you're back the way you're supposed to be...so name what you want...one thing we've got in there is food...
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:02 am
"Omelet?" she suggests, "with hash browns, biscuits and plenty of gravy... I'll help with the gravy." she announces with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:05 am
*Kero shakes his head*
Nah....I got it...you just sit there and keep me company...
*Gets out the ingredients and starts cooking exactly what she had ordered*
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:53 pm
While she sits there watching, she begins to question him on Prince's powers and what lighthouses they have found so far.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:54 pm
*Kero explains how Prince seems to have as much power over Fire as Kero has over Void...and that they have found and destroyed the lighthouses of heat and smoke, and are approaching the final Fire based lighthouse*
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:01 pm
"I've heard of these fruits... it is said that they change the molecular structure of the one who eats them." says Lyssan quietly. "But more than a few of these go mad over time. Not all... and I'm of the believe that the madness could be a form of power hunger... rather than a side effect of the fruit itself. How is he holding up emotionally?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:03 pm
*Kero laughs*
Apart from believing....and possibly being, possessed by a dark elf, he's peachy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:10 pm
"Possession is a deadly serious business. Have you scanned him for the identity of his unwelcome guest?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:12 pm
*Kero snorts*
Never got the chance....had to supress it first, and that exhausted me...then he slept for three weeks, and then I had to train him, so no, I haven't....ham, in your omelet?
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:20 pm
Lyssan stares at him. "Am I really speaking with Kerobian? I cannot believe you'd ignore the possibility that this 'guest' might be worming it's way into his psyche even as wel speak. Are you telling me you actually took his word for it? Why that is the oldest trick in the book. Invade, then lie low, letting your host think you are defeated, all the while you are influencing his or her's ways of thinking... a little here... a little there... until it no longer seems odd to have you there... from that point it is but a short jump to domination..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:27 pm
*Kero glares at her*
Lyssan...I'll only tell you this right now if you promise to share it with nobody...I lost a lot of my power helping him fight off that elf...right now my magic is as limp as an overcooked noodle...and that being generous...I shouldn't insult overcooked noodles so...even if the elf were ther, I couldn't fight him again...
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:30 pm
She takes a step forward, then sits down with a thud, stunned. "Ok, what happened? You have all this energy flowing about... why haven't you replenished yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:35 pm
*Kero looks at her again, then slowly dissolves, showing her a bar graph that measures his rising levels of energy over the years....then suddenly, it drops to what it had been five years ago....and it had only crossed a thick red line two years prior*
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:38 pm
She shakes her head and sighs. "Let's try that in plain English, please." she grouches with a bark of sour laughter.
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